BY ALLAN LAKE
Copyright is held by the author.
Could have ended my life today
but the how-now (go ahead, think it)
never gelled. Not the type to have a gun
on hand or anywhere else for that matter.
It was sunny, I’d parked my car opposite
the park and was half listening
to my jazz collection when I thought:
It doesn’t get better than this so . . .
a lovely moment to just halt being.
Something triggered an urge
just to go (nowhere, of course) while
the going was good, like right then.
Only I lacked any means,
other than bashing my brains
on the warm steering wheel.
But I am not one to leave a mess
and it was almost lunchtime.
***
Allan Lake, originally from Saskatchewan, has lived in Vancouver,
Cape Breton, Ibiza, Tasmania, W. Australia and Melbourne. Lake has won
Lost Tower Publications (UK) Comp, Melbourne Spoken Word Poetry Festival &
publication in New Philosopher. His latest poetry chapbook (Ginninderra Press) is
My Photos of Sicily. Literary journals in 17 countries have now
published his poems.